I Built Your Empire, Now It Burns

I realized my husband did not love me the moment he stepped over my broken heart to answer a text from his mistress.

Caleb was the "Architect," a feared Capo in New York, but he forgot that I was the one who funded his rise from the gutter with my inheritance.

He brought his assistant, Kimberly, into our private penthouse. She wore my silk robe, mocked my past trauma, and snapped my dead mother’s rosary right in front of my eyes.

When I lashed out in grief, Caleb didn't defend me.

He pinned me against the wall, comforting her while calling me "unstable" and "violent."